Casdon
I don’t think I want to. My parents are 95 and 96, and both healthy by the standards of most people their age. However, their bodies have just worn out, and their world has got smaller so life is now hard for them.
Mine both got to 93. But my father had acquired lots of health problems over decades before his death - some his own, some from having been in the armed forces. My mother got adult onset asthma latterly and then went on to have heart problems. There was a point (after I'd moved across country) where I rang up to ask my father why mother hadnt rung re a bunch of flowers I'd sent her. Cue for his mind had gone too far to click I might not have been told/hadnt been told she was in hospital with severe pneumonia. I rang the hospital, got a nurse who obviously accepted I was daughter and said "We're trying to give your mother tablets for it and she took them the first day and has been refusing ever since" and basically said she might die if she didnt have them. I said to her "You are to do what she wants. If she wants them she has them. If she doesnt want them then she doesnt have them" but she still pulled through (much to her disgust - as she didnt want to). So - for decades at the end my fathers life wasnt worth living. For years come the end - nor was my mothers.
That's before we counted the fact they both had dementia.
Yep...indeed life had clearly got very much smaller for them. Bang went the weekends away several times a year, bang went the pub lunches, bang went my mothers regular churchgoing.
I'm in the "life isnt worth living unless it is" camp personally. At early 70's I'm there thinking "It's a bit of a collection of ailments that I've got" and trying to keep firm about getting rid of them all (I've got rid of a few to date). But it does take it out of you fighting to get rid of this and then fighting to get rid of that etc and generally trying to gee yourself up to getting your energy, figure, etc, back to normal. I can barely believe it took over a year just to get my feet sorted alone and had to work my way through 3 podiatrists in a row (2 of whom I wouldnt touch with a bargepole again) until I found one who is a man/with as perfect English as I have and he sorted them for me finally. So much fighting just to get 3 ingrown toenails in a row sorted out! All that fighting and waiting to resolve various things is very wearing. One does wonder how long you can keep up fighting to get rid of this and then move onto the next item on list and fight to get rid of that, etc.